xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The hospital had been a regular trip for this genin in recent history, whether it was regular check ups or an appointment for injury. Headaches were pretty common with overuse of his Byakugan, and the other issues came with the excess use of it oftened varied. Regular medicine helped alleviate him of most of such symptoms, though now Zahara's headaches returned with an ongoing ache and soreness from where he had used his other technique.
Overall he was fit as can be, no glaring wounds or even a bruise save for the one on his knuckle. The doctor prescribed his usual medicines for the headaches and he added the requested antibiotics. He had a long talk with them as he explained the blood on his arm, infection whenever he used the bone style was always a problem and his medical records proved it. It been about a good ten minutes before Chie would hear Zahara and another person talking at length, voices escalating to an argument.
"You've got to be more careful Zahara, using that isn't natural for you." the female voice said as he growled aloud.
"And you think I don't know that?" He stopped just before the lobby, facing the blonde haired doc. "Just keep this between us for now, alright?" This time he spoke lower as she was about to speak again.
"I already don't like using these eyes, but no one in my family wants to acknowledge that I have this ability." He stopped then and resumed walking fidgeting with his kimono to straighten it out. She didn't follow but only spoke something before he left out of earshot.
"Just be more careful, you're still technically on medical leave."
He came into the lobby with an expression that both spelled annoyance and relief. It wasn't a doubt Chie would be waiting for him and he saw her not far from where he was so he went over to her. Approach was slow, deliberate as he grabbed one chair and noisily dragged it by him before sitting down, legs propped on a second seat and hands behind his head, relaxing.
Amber eyes looking at Chie, he didn't bother saying anything at first after a long moment of silence before he exhaled a long sigh. "I know you got questions, might as well ask."
After a long time away of the hidden leaf, Ichiryu went back to do what he was mainly good at and it was to heal people. Ichiryu walked in and the staff welcomed him He went to the emergency wing and prepped up for surgery. His first task is to help with a heart transplant. This was a very big gig for his returned. In due time. The surgery was a complete success. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ His surgery was a complete success. He was finished and it was time for the next task at hand. Ichiryu was to perform another surgery. Looking at his work, he has a great many to perform today. The next one is to restore an open wound of a shinobi. The shinobi had a large hole near his heart. Only two inches closer, his heart would have stopped. Ichiryu used his opened healing hands to heal up the wound. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu left the patient in good hands with the other doctors. Ichiryu left the room and decided to go to his break. Ichiryu was about to leave until a nurse pulled him over for an emergency. The nurse was very attractive so there was no way he can resist her. A man needs to be healed up and he is one of the best medics in short notice. The patient had an opened wound that looked like it was by a large sword weapon. Ichiryu walked to the patient and asked the nurse to leave. Ichiryu created 2 wood clones and started using their Healing hands to heal the wound. If the wound was any deeper, the shinobi would have died before he came to the hospital. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ He is able to know that this man will live. He left the room as the nurse. He can only assume that this nurse that needed his help, knew the shinobi. The nurse started to cry as he let her know that everything is going to be fine. He went back to the emergency wing of the hospital and saw that a man is having an eye transplant. Ichiryu went next to the patient as well as his clone. The clone went to the left side of the patient and he went to the right. They both had implanted the eye and connected to the nerves of the brain. Another complete success. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu next patient was a huge smoker. This patient had smoked for most of their lives and needs a new lung. This is exactly why you don't smoke. The patient was ready for a new lung. Ichiryu removed his dying sack and a healthier lung was prepared for its replacement. Ichiryu did his best and healed attached it to its airway. Another successful surgery done by his hands once more. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu's next patient needed heart surgery. His heart is to heavily damage from the battle. Though his wounds are heald. His heart was hit by a taijutsu technique supposedly. Ichiryu followed the doctors and assisted them with their patient. The heart was removed and replaced with a heart prepared up that was by a donor. The heart was placed in the chest and he started the delicate procedure. After a while, he finished and left to his next patient. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu have done a few surgeries so far. He notices that there are a few that have organ transplants that need to be done. Ichiryu's next patient was a little boy and was diagnosed with a weakened heart. Ichiryu and his team were prepped up and removed the boys weakened the heart. From there he was able to replace it with a stronger heart that the hospital provided from a donor. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu's next patient had to go under surgery. Of course, it is another surgery. A man that needs to go under some skin grabs. His face was caught in an explosion. Strangely he survived. Ichiryu assisted the care of attaching some skin to the man's face as well as suppressing the pain. After a few hours, they bandaged the man up and took him to his quarters. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu had another successful surgery. It was getting a bit tiresome. His next patient on the list of surgeries he had to do was a woman with a damaged lung from a mission. He wishes that he can just repair the damaged tissue but he isn't there yet at the level of skill. Like the many from before. Replacing the organ with one provided by the hospital. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. _________ Ichiryu's next patient was a middle-aged man that had a very worn out kidney. The kidney was close to failure. Might have failed the way it looks now. Ichiryuu and his team started his procedure. The medical hospital was able to gain a kidney from a donor. This man was very lucky. Like most of today, he and his team opened him up and started to operate. The organ looked exhausted. What has this person been doing was intoxicating to it. Hopefully, he won't damage this one. After a few hours of surgery. Ichiryu decided to take a break from the hospital. [3 Missions Posts Used- Need to do only one]
Mission:Information: Having proven yourself as an expert medical shinobi, the hospital has decided to place you in charge of the emergency wing of the hospital. Congratulations, now you have to help with every major surgery that comes through your doors! Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 4 Note: Medical class ninja only. Shinobi can get an additional 400 AC if they opt out of Ryou payment. ________
Honō had been escorted to an examination room upon his admittance, a brief explenation of his history revealing the possible seriousness of his situation. He had taken a seat on the bed, frame upright, hands respectfully folded on his lap, as he faced the door. He patiently waited with his thin, pale, lips resting in their familiar, small, smile that, over time, had come to naturally form there.
Detriment.
Honō had already removed his equipment, placing them onto a side table as neatly as possible with the amount of odd-shaped items he had on him. He was especially careful with the pouches containing his weapons made of glass. He had put the overly-large carving knife on the table first, being the most flat in shape but also because its weight could damage any items it is placed onto. He didn't know how to use it, could barely hold it up with his arms' muscle definition being built around making tools, not wielding weapons. But it was precious. Sitting on the bed, awaiting the medical staff, he couldn't help but stare at it, moss-green eyes unfocused as the blade brought up memories. Was it because he kept smiling? Is that what you meant, Wan? Or that he had lived this long with the scars and pain? It was so hard to believe it could be anything else.
The blade was mostly obscured by the belt of pouches that had been neatly arranged on top, expertly settled so as to not topple or slip, not placing the fragile contents in any more risk than necessary. Previous check-ups haven't always required the removal of his clothing, but it had been a while since his last exam, and the sudden development of this new symptom? Reaction? Honō would not be getting in the way of the busy medical staff as much as possible.
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装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
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Today sucked.
Severin learned against a doorway, looking over a file that he had in one hand while rubbing his sore and fairly red cheek with the other. He had... upset a few of the nurses, to address the situation kindly. He had maybe played around with a couple too many of them, and they had all found out about each other. Needless to say, they weren't happy, and had cornered him in a far off hallway of the hospital. The Raigyo let out a soft sigh, sticking the free hand in his pocket as he peered over the details of the patient he was about to see-- his last of today, the bottom of a huge pile he had been given.
It took some time to read the papers inside, as most of them were old as dirt and handwritten. Was it too much to ask the doctors here to be trained in some sort of penmanship if they were going to chicken scratch all the records? Icy blue orbs stared, annoyed, through silver bangs as he read; Hono Kokori. The record was fairly bare, which was abnormal for someone who seemed to come here a decent amount. An injury, longstanding, that was unable to be fully healed and caused an issue with the chakra pathways in the body. Ten years was a very long time to deal with such an injury, especially for a shinobi.
Snapping the file shut, Sev made his way down the hall and ducked in to Hono's room. When he entered, he didn't immediately look at the man; instead his eyes were still reading over his record, taking notes of his normal vitals and allergies. "Hello, Mr. Hokori, my name's Severin and I'll be treating you today." His tone was calm, focused. He was a different person to his patients, or at least he tried to be.
No flirting, no messing around-- he needed to be someone these people could rely on, someone they could lean on since many of the shinobi never had anyone to be there for them like that. Severin's attention was first caught by the neat assortment of personal effects, as he had stopped just beside it. His blue orbs slowly trailed from the clipboard in his hand to the table. They were all so perfectly organized, each piece placed so that it did not disturb another. OCD? Stress-related hyperorganization? Or just practice?
The pale haired male's eyes flicked up from the table to Hono, his expression neutral. The stinging still left in his cheek was a reminder to behave himself as he stared at the ethereal male sitting on the exam table in front of him. Pale hair, pale skin, a calm but practiced demeanor. He could have been a doll, if he wasn't breathing and his skin didn't look soft like silk. Severin tilted his head, tapping a pen against his lips a few times before he caught himself staring for a few moments longer than what was probably considered normal. He forced himself to look away as he placed the file down and cleared his throat. "Sorry about that, I was distracted..."
He was gorgeous, but in a sad sort of way.
Severin settled in to a stool, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at the Hari user, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "How can I help you today? I hear you're having some issues with a previous injury? Can you give me some details on how you're feeling?" Practiced questions, but not the ones he wanted to ask. Hono had a smile on his face, but it was one you wore to mask how you felt. Sev wore that smile a lot, it was hard to see past if you didn't know what to look for. But he wasn't here to do that, to pry in to this man's life uninvited. He was here to treat his body and then send him on his way, so he would not ask the questions he wanted to. He would sit here, and be whatever Hono needed of him. He wondered, momentarily, what it would look like to see him smile for real. Big, not holding back, the kind that wrinkled your nose and set alight the face.
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Honō remained silent as the door opened, moss-green eyes snapping out of the past to focus on the young man who had entered. Only his neck moved, first to rotate and allow his eyes to more naturally land on the regal figure, making sure to remain on ice-blue eyes and only taking in the almost-glowing pink hue of one cheek via periphery. The calm, controlled air that Severin had brought into the room was a familiar feeling, pulling up a more attentive line along the curve of the Hari clan member's spine.
"Good evening, sir." Severin had not introduced himself as a doctor, but that did not undermine the man's authority in the situation. Seeing the staff member pause, reading the file being held in a stable grip, Honō remained silent, not wanting to disturb or disrupt. But giving the doctor his full attention meant noticing the way those icy eyes drift over to the table Honō had laid his gear carefully upon. How presumptuous of him to have used it in such a selfish way - Severing turned his head to look at the Hokori male, such crystalline eyes like a pin, sticking Honō in place, turning his already still form almost like a statue, muscles ready to pull down the spine, put him into a bow to apologise as Severin cleared his throat - but no reprimand had yet to come and instead the medical professional was seated on a stool, looking up at Honō, awaiting an answer to his questions.
"Yes," Honō spoke, voice calm and lulling, as unobtrusive as possible. "I had burned out my pathways near a decade ago." Detriment. "During this evening's meal I had consumed alcohol," Unreliable. "and an acquaintance had used a technique to clear the effects from my system." Monster. "The sensation was like that of a freezer-burn through my system. I have not encountered such a thing before and it had been some time since I have had my pathways checked that I became worried that their weakness had gotten worse." Don't even need to say it. So obvious.
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❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
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装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
Severin winced, one eye closing as he did so. Freezer burn? Yikes. Words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them, like a knee jerk reaction to seeing someone else's pain. "That must have hurt terribly, I'm so sorry." He finished the sentence, but his mouth was still slightly agape as I realized he had said those words outloud and not in his head. He covered it up well with a charming smile, however, standing once more to move to a container on the wall that held hand a sink. With a practiced flick, the faucet turned on and he began to wet his hands. Now that he felt like he had significantly recovered from blurting out what was going on in his head, he continued. "It must still hurt; you hide it well, much better than I would have. Just between you and me, I'm a big baby." Those words were followed by a quick, cheeky, wink over his shoulder at Hono.
It didn't take him long to wash his hands, but once he was done he approached the other male, gesturing for him to lay down. "Lets take a look then, eh? See what we're dealing with. Hopefully, I'll have good news for you." The smile on his face was kind, pleasant-- it was easy, Hono seemed to radiate this sort of energy that put him at ease. He only hoped the man felt the same about him; he wanted his patients to be comfortable and Hono's stiffening under his gaze hadn't gone unnoticed by him. The last thing he wanted to do was intimidate. Flashes of hard gray eyes played in his head, the feeling of knowing you were going to die... Severin didn't show the shiver he felt run down his spine-- the doctor that had taken care of him when he was here... He tossed away the thoughts.
Once Hono would oblige and lay down, Severin hovered his hands over the Hari user's pale chest. Sev's eyes were trained on the back of his hands as chakra flowed easily through them, like a warm summer breeze, as it sunk through Hono's body and caressed his chakra system looking for weaknesses and failures. The Raigyo used this time to talk, hoping that it would ease his patient at least a little. "You said you ingested alcohol? It has a property that makes blood vessels dialate, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason for the pain." He chuckled softly, a gentle rumble that spread through his chest and out through his throat. "We all need an escape sometimes, maybe you'll just need to be a bit more careful."
Honō's gentle smile remained intact as he bowed his head, acknowledging the kind words the medical staff member had graced him with. Born with a frail body, an uncomplicated mind, and now living with a compromised chakra system; medical personal always gave the Hari clan member the grace of sympathy for his placement as a detriment to others. They were always too kind. And it appears Severin may even be more aware of that fact, as the medic's mouth loosened slightly - quickly covered with a charismatic smile and promptly leaving Honō's immediate vicinity. Justifiable.
Moss-green eyes blinked, and he quickly scolded himself for being surprised - for underestimating - the skill of the professional standing before him. "Yes," Honō began to respond. "Though I was placed in a coma during most of the recovery, so I remember and endured very little of the pain caused by the immediate damage." He explained, unsure how much of his records from Kumogakure was carried over. "The pain has been constant." He conceded. Feeble. "Your compliment is very kind; thank you, sir." Was that what Wan saw in him? A feasible mask covering such a fact of his life? Honō's thin, pale, lips quirked up slightly in the corners in response to the giving attention bestowed upon him. Without hesitation, Honō laid himself down on the bed, the sound of his cotton clothing sliding against the plastic-like sheets filling the small room with their low note.
Underneath the haori was only a wrap of bandages around the Hari clan member's midsection. They were obviously for training use, looking at their quality and style of being tied. The haori itself, while Honō was sitting upright, settled on his shoulders and with the tie in a modest position, but lying down the material would be found to easily open, giving immediate access to the medic's hands - even before the tie was pulled undone. Gravity had the haori frame his chest, puckering and framing the broad expanse of snow-white skin.
Under Severin's hands, the warmth of the foreign chakra was pleasant to the skin - then touched the lines of chakra tunnels beneath like an acid burn. Honō breathed in, body and mind completely submitting itself to the sensations with the acceptance usually only seen for sensations a normal person would consider 'pleasant.' As the Hokori laid there, he would answer the questions without any evident difficulty.
"Yes, half a bottle." The chakra pathways were narrow at points, like scar tissue, choking the flow. "I do not plan on consuming it again." Monster. The walls of the channels themselves were thin, constantly throbbing as the energy of their cargo ran through them, some fracturing like the roots of weeds, splintering around, and attaching so very closely, vitally, to internal organs. The border between flesh and chakra channel was almost nonexistent at times, begging a chicken-egg question; was Honō lucky that his chakra well is so minimal that the pain of its flow of his body was reduced, or was the damage the actual reason his chakra well so very little in the first place?
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❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
Honō was so... compliant, but in a way that scratched at something long forgotten in the back of his mind. It worried him for some reason. Surely the feeling of his chakra on Honō’s clogged and tattered chakra network hurt so why was he just sitting there, smiling like it was nothing. Not your business, not your business... Sev repeated it over and over in his head as he listened to the Hari member explain about his plans to refrain from alcohol in the future. He could feel the muscles around his mouth wanting to tug it in to a frown, but he kept his composure though it took more than minimal effort.
Had Honō been stuck in servitude? Or worse, abused?
No, it was unfair to assume that. Severin forced his thoughts to turn elsewhere, to the damage that laid under his fingertips. These pathways... ******** wasn’t even the right word, these were decimated. Even if the scar tissue had been the only issue— and it wasn’t —the amount of pain the man would go through forming chakra for the simplest things was unthinkable. Without his chakra, without his abilities, Severin was nothing... He didn’t want to think what it would be like to not be able to use it.
The Raigyo stopped the flow of his chakra, but his hand lingered as it hovered above Honō’s skin. It lasted only a heartbeat, and Sev closed his hand before pulling it away. He wanted to talk, to assure him that letting yourself go some times was needed; but if his assumptions earlier were right, talking about the events that transpired could cause more emotional issues. Those who were treated unkindly often blamed themselves for the littlest of things, and just telling them it wasn’t their fault wouldn’t help. So Severin switched to another topic,
”Has anyone talked to you about treatment? Has anyone even offered treatment? Chakra and the delicacies of it’s pathways tend to scare most doctors and medical shinobi alike— but you deserve to live a pain free life just like anyone else.” Severin’s lips tugged down, not a frown of pity but sympathy. He no longer had pain, but he remembered the months of healing and struggling. To think for Honō that pain never ended, that it continued in to every moment of his life... it was unfair.
It made him want to protect this elegant male in front of him; to pamper him, coddle him. He deserved it, living years and years in horrific pain. He wanted to lessen that pain in any way he could. Carefully, Sev offered his hand so that he could help Honō sit up, usually sharp icy hues softened as he watched him for any discomfort.
Honō had been lying on the table, almost completely motionless except for the calm rhythm of his breath, broad chest rising and falling as though slumbering under the spell of something peaceful. Not feeling fire through his limbs as a foreign chakra filled the pathways, scanning out the frayed joints and scar-narrowed sections. As the regal-looking medic pulled his hands away, Honō waited as he was, moss-green eyes closed to the world, not wanting to impose an awkward air by laying a gaze on the professionally qualified, as though he was in a rush for an answer. How could dare?
"Yes, sir." Honō opened his eyes upon hearing the questions directed to him, gaze polite with a matching smile. "Thank you," He takes the hand offered. This medic knows how unreliable he truly is. Of course the Hokori would need such basic assistance. "I was being treated in Kumogakure, before I was re-enlisted into the shinobi forces. But then I participated in a long-term mission that had no-one of the required skills available to aid me in maintaining my health. I only recently arrived here, and had underestimated my condition. I apologise for this extra work." And he bows, hands neatly folded in his lap, white hair falling forward in a silken curtain at one side. After a respectable beat, Honō straightened, looking up to the medic, but his pupils only rested on regal cheekbones, not initiating contact until he was spoken to.
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❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
"No apologies needed, life happens." Sev sat down and began to write notes in the file, his neat handwriting in stark contrast to the mess of a doctor who came before him. He made sure to mention the increase in scar tissue and blockages since the last note was made, before flipping the pen in his hand to tap it against the file causing the pen to close. With a soft smile, Severin looked backk up at Hono, "Would you like to pick up treatment again? You can pick any doctor you'd like. If they try to give you problems, I'll talk to them."
Hono not meeting his eyes didn't go unnoticed.
Severin was about to continue, when a screech from outside interrupted his thoughts. He blinked in confusion, then swirled in his chair to look at the door "Well that can't be good."
"I would like to continue, please." Honō spoke softly, green eyes and thin lips pressed up into a soft smile. "I would not know which doctor to ask for, however." He continues, a look of apology crossing over his pale features. "But I'm sure I will be well taken care of." The Hokori bows his head again - and flinching barbarians, birds, the sound of animals dying when a screech occurred in the corridor. A blink and Honō suddenly realises he's moved. He's no longer seated on the bed but standing in front of his gear, back to the bags, a hand in a pouch, half pulled out glass spike in hand. Honō let out a breath, tried to calm himself down, but his spine could feel the memory of Wanryoku's fingers pressing him down into a battle-ready stance. It's a hospital, his mind reasoned, people would be made distraught for many reasons. But the panicked voices didn't cease or quieten down. There was something decidedly wrong happening and Honō was already arming himself again, the press of fingers against his shoulders and spine becoming less incessant as each strap and pouch was secured and the overly-large hunting knife was resting in the dip of hip and spine, like a comforting hand, pressing him forward.
Black Eggs, Glass throwing spikes, smoke bombs and explosive tags - all out of the question in a hospital. So his single kunai and small collection of shuriken may be his only weapons. Kunai in his left hand, Honō carefully opened the exam room door a crack - to a child in doctor's robes, a nurse looking horrified, and a little girl rugged up in a thick dressing, with hair curlers in, seated in a wheelchair. Moss-green eyes saw the panic and confusion, but no-one was indicating a direct threat. No-one was looking a singular direction, nor looked particularly threatened. Stepping out into the hallway, the Hari clan member could see more people acting confused and stupefied by the sudden appearance of children running about the halls and calling out from various rooms.
Without realising it, Honō had stepped out from the doorway, back nearly pressed against the wall out in the corridor, hands gently clasped in front of him with the kunai concealed inside the sleeve of his haori so as to not pose as a threat.
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具 ༔ Ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ
❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
Hono made next to no noise, but Severin still caught it. His head whipped around to fake the Hokori who was quickly rearming himself. Misophonia, PTSD; his mind was racing with diagnoses and his heart ached. Hono had been through something so terrible, so stressful that the sound of a screech immediately put him on guard. He could only imagine what he was thinking, and since the male wasn't paying attention to him he didn't have to hide the sadness and hurt for him on his face. He wanted to hug him, bring him close, let him know that he was safe here-- he even began to, one hand reaching out for Hono slowly hoping to not spook him.
But Hono was already leaving, moving quickly to the door and the hall with a stride that showed he was ready to fight whatever was on the other side. To always be ready for a fight at the drop of a hat... it had to be exhausting. Severin made a note to spoil Hono at some other time, to bring him somewhere he could relax and feel safe. But for now... The Raigyo stood, carefully moving alongside the pale-haired male in hopes that staying in his eyesight would prevent spooking him more.
Once he was in the hall, Severin's eyes widened. The doctor that stood in front of them, now just a mere child... he knew that doctor, only because of the "guess who's childhood photo" game they had had last christmas in the hospital. The medic placed a hand over his mouth, a harsh breath escaping from his nose as he held back laughter. Could this situation be dangerous? Certainly; people could regress in age in till they were nothing... but holy hell was it hilarious! People were babies in adult clothing! It was like something out of a damn comedy.
Severin couldn't fight it anymore, leaning over with both hands on his knees he began to laugh. His shoulders heaved, his eyes were closed tight. "Oh... my god... this is fantastic! Look at him! Look at her! Those curlers are literally the size of her forearm! Pfffttttt-" Severin's words were cut up by fits of laughter, causing both the doctor and the nurse to glare at him for not taking the situation seriously. Severin peeked through one eye, caught sight of the eyes boring holes in to him, and immediately shut up.
The Raigyo stood straight and coughed, letting out one last chuckle. "We should probably go to the office and alert Shi, though I'm sure he already knows."
Moss-green eyes stayed stationary, positioned midway down the opposite wall, just under the railing common throughout medical facilities for the less able bodied. Honō kept up the posture of a dutiful, waiting servant with a comfortable air. Even hearing Severin's verbal amusement to the situation was taken in without reaction. In some ways, it was soothing to hear someone react to this unusual situation as if it was nothing more than an elaborate prank. Seems the nurse and doctor affected hadn't lost their authoritative air, however, as they were able to silently settle the medical professional that had been attending to the Hari clan member. Honō wondered what exactly was happening, not quite clicking into what Severin has already worked out. Maybe this has happened before? It did spur up some old memories however; years ago now, when Soraru and Honō had first met, and one of the other shinobi's clones had come out 'pint-sized' - as someone had once called it.
"Raigyo-sama knows what has occurred?" He questions, his admiration showing through his words by how quickly it appears the medic has worked out the situation laid out before them.
tab 345/375ch tab 270/375st tab
具 ༔ Ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ
❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
Raigyo-sama... Sev's face fell. Sure honorifics were common, but.. Icy blue eyes darkened in to a stormy grey for only a second, a mixture of sadness and loss and anger. As quick as it came, it was gone, and before Hono could protest Severin swooped him up and hauled him over his shoulder before walking out of the hospital. "I don't have a clue, but something's turned everyone to children. I don't remember it, but I have a feeling I've dealt with this kind of nonsense before. I'm sure it'll all be fine." His face, now blocked from Hono's view, fell ******** memories.
